The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 9

“What did you just say?”

Yasmine arched an eyebrow, her fierce gaze making the housemaid shrink away instantly.

Victoria had been standing in place for ten whole minutes, her beautiful eyes fixed on the winding staircase ahead, her heart feeling utterly hollow.

At last, she found her voice, though it was little more than a hoarse whisper.

“Yasmine, let’s go.”

It was time. She didn’t belong here, nor anywhere that had McNeil in it.

They were finished—had been for a long time.

A sleek black town car sat abandoned in the driveway.

Victoria passed by it without so much as a glance.

Anything that belonged to McNeil, she wanted nothing to do with. If Violet wanted it, she could have it.

Yasmine flagged down a cab for her. Victoria sat alone in the back seat, gazing out the window as the city slipped by.

Winter would soon give way to spring. Soon, the hills would turn green again, wildflowers would bloom, and the mountains would be shrouded in gentle morning mist. Lovers would find secluded corners of the world to whisper their secrets, far from the noise and chaos.

Such a beautiful vision. Wasn’t that all she’d ever wanted—peace and quiet, a life shared with someone she loved, away from the crowd?

But in McNeil’s gilded mansion, there was simply no place for her.

The sudden ring of her phone pulled Victoria back to reality. Dr. Kelvin’s name lit up the screen.

She pressed the phone to her ear.

“Hey, Victoria, I need to let you know—McNeil’s grandfather, Thorpe Langford, has decided to give up his place for the surgery to someone else. His condition isn’t improving, and at his age, every day he waits is dangerous. I thought you should hear it from me first.”

Shock rippled through Victoria. The old man was giving up his chance for surgery?

What did that even mean?

She spent several seconds in stunned silence, then suddenly, a name flashed through her mind.

Violet.